Ayup 6
1 Ayup jawabǝn mundaⱪ dedi: —
Then Job answered and said,
2 «Aⱨ, mening dǝrdlik zarlirim tarazida ɵlqǝnsǝ! Aⱨ, beximƣa qüxkǝn barliⱪ bala-ⱪaza bular bilǝn billǝ tarazilansa!
O that my grief were but weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!
3 Xundaⱪ ⱪilinsa u ⱨazir dengizdiki ⱪumdin eƣir bolup qiⱪidu; Xuning üqün sɵzlirim tǝlwilǝrqǝ boluwatidu.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas. Therefore my words have been rash.
4 Qünki Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirning oⱪliri manga sanjilip iqimdǝ turuwatidu, Ularning zǝⱨirini roⱨim iqmǝktǝ, Tǝngrining wǝⱨimiliri manga ⱪarxi sǝp tüzüp ⱨujum ⱪiliwatidu.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison of which my spirit drinks up. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
5 Yawa exǝk ot-qɵp tapⱪanda ⱨangramdu? Kala bolsa yǝm-hǝxǝk üstidǝ mɵrǝmdu?
Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass? Or the ox moo over his fodder?
6 Tuz bolmisa tǝmsiz nǝrsini yegili bolamdu? Ham tuhumning eⱪining tǝmi barmu?
Can that which has no savor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 Jenim ularƣa tǝgsimu sǝskinip ketidu, Ular manga yirginqlik tamaⱪ bolup tuyulidu.
My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me.
8 Aⱨ, mening tǝxna bolƣinim kǝlsidi! Tǝngri intizarimni ijabǝt ⱪilsidi!
O that I might have my request, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9 Aⱨ, Tǝngri meni yanjip taxlisun! U ⱪolini ⱪoyuwetip jenimni üzüp taxlaxⱪa muwapiⱪ kɵrsidi!
Even that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10 Xundaⱪ bolsa, manga tǝsǝlli bolatti, Ⱨǝtta rǝⱨimsiz aƣriⱪlarda ⱪiynalsammu, xadlinattim; Qünki Muⱪǝddǝs Bolƣuqining sɵzliridin tanmiƣan bolattim!
And be it still my consolation, yea, let me exult (in pain that does not spare), that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11 Mǝndǝ ɵlümni kütküdǝk yǝnǝ ⱪanqilik maƣdur ⱪaldi? Mening sǝwr-taⱪǝtlik bolup ⱨayatimni uzartiximning nemǝ nǝtijisi bolar?
What is my strength that I should wait? And what is my end that I should be patient?
12 Mening küqüm taxtǝk qingmu? Mening ǝtlirim mistin yasalƣanmidi?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
13 Ɵzümgǝ yardǝm bǝrgüdǝk maƣdurum ⱪalmidi ǝmǝsmu? Ⱨǝrⱪandaⱪ ǝⱪil-tǝdbir mǝndin ⱪoƣliwetilgǝn ǝmǝsmu?
Is it not that I have no help in me, and that wisdom is driven quite from me?
14 Ümidsizlinip ketiwatⱪan kixigǝ dosti meⱨribanliⱪ kɵrsǝtmiki zɵrürdur; Bolmisa u Ⱨǝmmigǝ ⱪadirdin ⱪorⱪuxtin waz keqixi mumkin.
To him who is ready to faint, kindness should be from his friend, even to him who forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
15 Biraⱪ buradǝrlirim waⱪitliⱪ «aldamqi eriⱪ» süyidǝk, Manga ⱨeligǝrlik bilǝn muamilǝ ⱪilmaⱪta; Ular suliri eⱪip tügigǝn eriⱪⱪa ohxaydu.
My brothers have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that pass away,
16 Erigǝn muz suliri eriⱪⱪa kirgǝndǝ ular ⱪaridap ketidu, Ⱪarlar ularning iqidǝ yoⱪilip ketidu,
which are black because of the ice, in which the snow hides itself.
17 Ular pǝsilning illixi bilǝn ⱪurup ketidu; Ⱨawa issip kǝtkǝndǝ, izidin yoⱪilip ketidu.
What time they grow warm, they vanish. When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
18 Sǝpǝrdaxlar mangƣan yolidin qiⱪip, eriⱪⱪa burulidu; Ular eriⱪni boylap mengip, qɵldǝ ezip ɵlidu.
The caravans that travel by the way of them turn aside. They go up into the waste, and perish.
19 Temaliⱪ karwanlarmu eriⱪ izdǝp mangdi; Xebaliⱪ sodigǝrlǝrmu ularƣa ümid bilǝn ⱪaridi;
The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.
20 Biraⱪ ular ixǝnginidin ümidsizlinip nomusta ⱪaldi; Ular axu yǝrgǝ kelixi bilǝn parakǝndiqilikkǝ uqridi.
They were put to shame because they had hoped. They came there, and were confounded.
21 Mana silǝr ularƣa ohxax [manga tayini] yoⱪ bolup ⱪaldinglar; Silǝr ⱪorⱪunqluⱪ bir wǝⱨimini kɵrüpla ⱪorⱪup ketiwatisilǝr.
For now ye are nothing. Ye see a terror, and are afraid.
22 Mǝn silǝrgǝ: «Manga beringlar», Yaki: «Manga mal-mülükliringlardin ⱨǝdiyǝ ⱪilinglar?» — degǝnni ⱪaqan dǝp baⱪⱪan?
Did I say, Give to me? Or, Offer a present for me from your substance?
23 Yaki: «Meni ezitⱪuqining ⱪolidin ⱪutⱪuzunglar!» Yaki «Zorawanlarning ⱪolidin gɵrügǝ pul bǝrsǝnglar!» dǝp baⱪⱪanmu?
Or, Deliver me from the adversary's hand? Or, Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors?
24 Manga ɵgitip ⱪoyunglar, süküt ⱪilimǝn; Nǝdǝ yoldin qiⱪⱪanliⱪimni manga kɵrsitip beringlar.
Teach me, and I will be quiet. And cause me to understand how I have erred.
25 Toƣra sɵzlǝr nemidegǝn ɵtkür-ⱨǝ! Biraⱪ ǝyibliringlar zadi nemini ispatliyalaydu?!
How forcible are words of uprightness! But your reproof, what does it reprove?
26 Ümidsizlǝngǝn kixining gǝpliri ɵtüp ketidiƣan xamaldǝk tursa, Pǝⱪǝt sɵzlǝrnila ǝyiblimǝkqimusilǝr?
Do ye think to reprove words, seeing that the speeches of a man who is desperate are as wind?
27 Silǝr yetim-yesirlarning üstidǝ qǝk taxlixisilǝr! Dost-buradiringlar üstidǝ sodilixisilǝr!
Yea, ye would cast lots upon the fatherless, and make merchandise of your friend.
28 Əmdi manga yüz turanǝ ⱪarap beⱪinglar; Aldinglardila yalƣan sɵz ⱪilalamdim?
Now therefore be pleased to look upon me, for truly I shall not lie to your face.
29 Ɵtünimǝn, boldi ⱪilinglar, gunaⱨ bolmisun; Rast, ⱪaytidin oylap beⱪinglar, Qünki ɵzümning toƣriliⱪim [tarazida] turidu.
Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice. Yea, return again, my cause is righteous.
30 Tilimda hataliⱪ barmu? Tilim yamanliⱪni zadi tetiyalmasmu?
Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern mischievous things?
